We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair. — Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair. — Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair. — Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair. — Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair. — Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
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We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair.

— Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
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